Luyện nghe bài hát What More Can I Say?

Are you not
Are you not
Is not why you're here?

Uh, uh, huh
Turn the up
Turn me
Guru, go get 'em again
This time it's for the money my
stand up

There's never been a nigga good for this long
This
Or pop is hot
Or this
so many different flows
This for this song
The next one I'll up
one will get bit up
These
To to make up shit
They
They don't paint
just trace me
You know
Soon they forget who plucked
whole style from
And try to reverse the
I'm like,
I'm not a
I'm a
For and others
I say a big verse I'm only up my brother
Biggin' up my
I'm big to do it
I'm that
Plus I know my own flow is
So the rings and things you sing
em out
It's hard to yell when the in your mouth
I'm in, new
seaters
A few
What more can I you
Let me it for you
L-I-E
Nobody than H-O-V
And I'm back for
New York's
Prime Minister back to my business up

What more can I
What can I do?
I this all to you
I know much is true
My
(Look at my life)
(See I see)
more can I say to you
You it all

You already know what I'm
Flying down south
Moving wet off the
Purple in the drought
on hoes
Brushing off my
But nothing on my clothes
Except my
My
H-O
Pitch the yea
Even if they patrol I payroll
paid for
Friends they
Private jets down to Turks and
Chrys case
I give a shit
Nigga one life to I can't let a day go
Bye
Without me fly
Fresh to
Head to toe until the day I
And I don't wear jerseys I'm thirty
Give me a crisp pair of jeans nigga ups
S on my feet
Make a complete
What more can I say Guru play the

We let this ride into the hook
I'ma snap my on this one
What can I say to you?
Get my man on
go!
(What can I say?)

Now you ass is willie
they got you in a mag
For like half a
And ass ain't Lilly

That mean that shit you must be illy
Either or your flow is silly
both
I mean to boast
But damn if I brag
Them crackers act like I ain't on they ads
The Stewart
far from Jewish
Far from a Harvard
Just had the to do it
And no I'm not through it
In fact I'm just it
ain't the show I'm just EQ'in it
One, two and I won't stop it
To groupie girls stop false it
to the music
The roof is translucent
got a problem Houston
up be
They can't up me
Shut I
Not P.E.
ride
God forgive me for my brash
But I remember
What streets did to me
So me
Letting clowns nit pick at me
Paint me a pickiny
I will
Kiss Tee-Tee in the
Tell her please me
Then until your forehead
I'm not the one to points off
In
I got a joint to knock your off

Hova the God blast for me
I'm at the Trump
Ask for me
I ain't never
I'm
You ain't never
why would I ever care
Pound for pound I'm the to ever come around here
nobody
Look I embody
The soul of a hustler I ran the street
I mine
That plan was me
And no I get shot up a whole bunch of times
Or make up shit in a whole of lines
And I ain't animated, like say a, Busta
But the real shit you get when you bust my lines
Add to the fact I went plat a bunch of times
Times by my influence
On pop
I supposed to be one on everybody's list
We'll see happens when I no longer exist
this

(What can I say?)